The beauty of a good beer shared

A thought came to me. Saturday afternoon at the Red Brick Pub was odd. It was fun, but odd. We went to the bar at the pub. Cindy's mom had gone off to Starbucks to get a cup of coffee. Cindy's dad and Kate and Cindy and I sat at the bar and ordered different beers off their extensive beer list. The sentimental sweetness of the three generations sitting at a bar sharing a beer was augmented by the swapping of the beers we ordered when we found that the beers we ordered were not exactly what we wanted. So the four of us, three generations, sat there and swapped the beers in front of us for others that the others had ordered and stole sips from the glasses of the others. It was collegial and chummy and sentimental and I hope I remember it forever. It ranks up there with when I turned 18 and went out with my buddies to go get a beer at the local tavern. As we teenaged buddies ordered libations from the bartender, my dad suddenly showed up to share a beer with us. It was the same feeling. Good memories.